Lu Yuanming remained silent for several days, then returned to normal.
Because he had figured it out.
If this was the only path, then whether or not he was willing, he had to take it—and he would have to walk it joyfully and freely.
For there was no path before, and now there was one. Wasn't that good enough?
What's more, if he could truly undo all regrets, why couldn't he remake everything?
But this would have to remain unspoken to anyone—even Xun Xiaoyu, even if Tang Zhe'an were resurrected—not to anyone, not even to himself. Not once could it be mentioned.
After all, the Pantheon Camp and the Golden Camp stood above all. They could agree to the Heaven-Mending Plan, and most of them might even willingly join it, but they would never agree to his world-saving plan. Just hearing about such a plan would be enough for the Golden Camp and the Pantheon Camp to join forces to obliterate him and humanity!
He only wondered whether Buddha had seen this future.
